There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 688 A Thousand Miles of Fatal Pursuit (5)
Shui Ling felt melancholy, almost twelve days had passed, where did the imperial concubine go?They traced it all the way, but failed to trace the whereabouts of the imperial concubine. I don't know why the master asked them to search this route carefully?
Go straight to Fenglin City, and you will arrive at Yueguo.If it was really Feng Ling who took the imperial concubine away, then Feng Ling should also go to Feng Country, why did he go around to Yue Country?
If you don't find the imperial concubine quickly, I'm afraid the whole Chu country will be turned over by the master.

Shui Ling sighed silently, and ordered people to stay here.

Inside the coffin, Yang Churuo felt a chill all over her body.

She underestimated Feng Ling too much, Feng Ling's thoughts were really hard to guess.

The coffin has two layers... There are actually two layers... No wonder... No wonder no one found anything wrong along the way... Even Shui Ling was concealed...

Yang Churuo closed her eyes in a slump, and let others push the coffin, pulling her away from the gate of the city, and walked all the way outside the city.

The inside of the coffin was stuffy and hot. Yang Churuo didn't know how long he had stayed in it. All he knew was that the noise outside was gone, let alone the sound of crying and crying. Even the sound of footsteps was gone, but the sound of howling wild beasts became more and more up.

Where is this?Is it barren?
The stomach was rumbling all the time, Yang Churuo was so hungry that his whole body was weak, the corners of his mouth became dry for a while, and even his throat was aching like a fire.

Just when Yang Churuo finally couldn't take it anymore, the coffin was finally opened, and the stench was so bad that she couldn't stand it.

"Bang..." The splint on the second floor was opened, and fresh air flooded in, and the cold wind roared in, making Yang Churuo shudder.

Yang Churuo dared not open his eyes.Although it was night now, the blazing flames on the ground were so bright that she couldn't keep her eyes open for a moment.Perhaps, it was because she hadn't seen the light for a long time that she was so uncomfortable.

Yang Churuo was helped out of the coffin and stood on the top of the empty mountain. It took a while to open his eyes, adapting to the light.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Yang Churuo saw a dozen figures, two of whom Yang Churuo was very familiar with.

One is dressed in black, with a plump appearance, with sharp brows and bright eyes, elegant and elegant, with an impeccably beautiful and perfect handsome face, which makes all the women in the world fall in love with it.It's just that his eyes are cold, evil, and captivating, making people afraid to get close to them, so whoever it is if it's not Fengling.

There is another one, who is also tall and tall, handsome and clean, dressed in strong clothes, like the most loyal bodyguard, waiting behind Fengling, waiting for orders at any time, who is it if it is not Ah Ruo.

Feng Ling was holding a roast chicken, and it seemed to be roasting lazily, with a pale face, even when she came out of the coffin, she didn't lift a glance, as if she had been completely forgotten, or, he never cared about her , just treated her as a dispensable person and continued to roast his roast chicken.

Looking to the side, they are all Feng Ling's subordinates, all respectful, one of them kicked the rotting male corpse in the coffin to the bottom of the cliff, so as not to be an eyesore, the other also kicked up, Kicked down the coffin too.

"Bang..." Feng Ling's palm moved, and he didn't know how to move, and directly untied Yang Churuo's acupuncture points.

After Yang Churuo got his freedom, his feet went limp, his body limp on the ground, cold sweat poured out from his forehead.His mouth moved, and he swallowed with difficulty, feeling unbearably thirsty.

The smell of roast chicken came faintly, which made Yang Churuo's stomach thunder.

Although the sound of thunder in Yang Churuo's stomach was low, everyone here, who has no martial arts, naturally heard it.

(End of this chapter)